Wednesday, February 21, 2018, 10:52 p.m.

Phobia falls away with beefy success

For years my pressure cooker has sat unused, taking up valuable cabinet real estate. I keep it on the front of a shelf, as a reminder of my fear. Every time I make a casserole or pan of lasagna I have to move the pressure cooker to get to my 13-by-9-inch baking dish. This is by design, a psychic nudge to someday get over my anxiety.